Honghuang: I, Kunpeng, am not Lao Liu

When the great powers present heard that there were only eight saints in the realm of heaven and earth, their hearts skipped a beat.

Everyone feels that they have a chance.

Except Kunpeng still sat still without being arrogant or impetuous.

But Hongjun turned his hand, and several purple auras appeared in his palm.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted by the energy in Hongjun's hand.

He didn't dare to look away, and his heart was already beating loudly.

At this time Hongjun continued:

"And this sanctification needs to be supplemented by the Hongmeng Purple Qi. Obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi does not necessarily lead to sainthood, but it does not necessarily mean that one cannot become a saint. This is the key to becoming a saint."

"There are eight paths in total, but I used one when I became a saint! There are seven left!"

At this time, everyone's minds kept echoing that without the Hongmeng Purple Qi, they would not be able to become saints.

Then he looked at the Hongmeng Purple Qi in Hongjun's hand with ardent eyes, wishing for a green light to appear in his eyes.

Even Sanqing, who was sitting at the front, looked at Hongjun's hand with a wolf-like look, almost begging eagerly.

There was still only Kunpeng, his eyes were still calm, and there was not much heat in Hongjun's hands, but he looked at it with a very curious look.

Hongjun had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions.

But although Hongmeng Ziqi was in his hand, the topic turned to other places:

"I have preached three times, and the immortal way has been spread throughout the world. Now I want to recruit disciples, establish a lineage of Xuanmen, and teach my magical method of immortality!"

Then he looked at the positions of the six futons closest to him, and finally his eyes rested on Sanqing and said:

"Sanqing, you and the other three are the transformations of Pangu's great god Yuanshen. Pangu Zhengzong is also a person of great opportunity and good fortune. You can enter my immortal way."

"I will accept the three of you as my direct disciples. Are you willing?"

Now that Sanqing saw the Hongmeng Purple Qi in Hongjun's hand, he was willing to let them kneel down and call him a foster father, let alone ask them to become his disciples.

So there was no need to think too much, he just bowed his head and said respectfully:

"Disciple pays homage to teacher!"

Hongjun nodded with satisfaction, and then sent three rays of Hongmeng purple energy in his hand to Sanqing.

Then he looked at the eager Nuwa and said:

"Nuwa!"

As soon as Nuwa heard that she was called, she was overjoyed and sat upright and looked at Hongjun.

Just listen to Hongjun continue to say:

"You are also a person with great luck, great merits, and great fortune. I want to accept you as my closed disciple. How will you treat me?"

After hearing this, Nuwa finally felt relieved, and then she paid homage to Hongjun and said:

"The disciple has met the teacher!"

Another beam of Hongmeng purple energy floated in front of Nuwa.

At this time, the people in Zixiao Palace suddenly understood something.

It was also immediately clear what the six futons at the front were for.

But there is still a trace of fantasy in my heart.

At this moment, Hongjun looked at Jie Yin Zhunti again.

However, the two of them felt a little uneasy and their heads lowered slightly.

Hongjun said to the two of them at this time:

"You two are also people with great fortune, but they have no chance to meet me!"

Just when the other powerful men breathed a sigh of relief and wondered if they had a chance, and Jie Yin Zhunti started to feel anxious, Hongjun finally said:

"How about I accept you two as registered disciples?"

The eyes of Jie Yin and Zhunti brightened up, and their hearts were filled with ecstasy. They also paid homage one after another and shouted loudly:

"Meet the teacher!"

Then Hongjun handed out two more purple energy in front of Jie Yin Zhunti.

People around him immediately became envious and jealous after seeing it.

Some people even began to look up to the sky and sigh. If they knew that this futon was a holy throne, who wouldn't rob it by force?

But now the matter is settled.

More people looked at Hongyun who gave up his seat, and Kunpeng who was forcibly given up his seat.

Even Taiyi next to Kunpeng couldn't help but glance at Kunpeng.

Hongyun was even more regretful at this time, firstly because he felt that he had missed the opportunity, and secondly because he had harmed fellow Taoist Kunpeng.

Hongyun stood a little behind, looking at Kunpeng's back with troubled and apologetic eyes.

Even Zhen Yuanzi was not sure whether Kunpeng would get angry with Hongyun at this time. After all, this was a holy throne!

The hatred of those who block the road is irreconcilable!

Other powerful people couldn't help but think:

"What we just talked about was the deep brotherhood between the three of us. There won't be any turning against each other at this time, right?"

Immediately everyone was sizing up Kunpeng's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Kunpeng remained unmoved, and his expression did not even change.

At this time, the people on the futon were suddenly ecstatic, and their hearts were beating continuously.

He held Hongmeng Ziqi firmly in his hands.

However, after a brief moment of ecstasy, Zhunti suddenly remembered something, his expression couldn't help but change, and he turned sideways to look at his elder brother.

But Kunpeng showed a gentle smile to Zhunti and said nothing more.

At this time, Hongjun couldn't help but glance at Kunpeng. He originally wanted to see what Kunpeng would do if he learned that he had been robbed of the holy throne.

Will he also turn against Zhunti?

But he didn't expect Kunpeng to give Zhunti a smile.

Zhunti was even more moved at this time, and his body was trembling slightly.

After Kunpeng saw it, he nodded to Zhunti, gave him a reassuring look, and said:

"You and I are brothers. Whoever becomes a saint is not the same. Since you are both sitting on it, you are destined to be here! You must know how to thank Dao Ancestor more!"

Zhunti's eyes suddenly filled with tears. This was an opportunity to become a saint!

Brother actually said it so easily!

Of course Hongjun heard the communication between the two. As long as he wanted to know things outside the Zixiao Palace, few people could hide it from him, let alone inside the Zixiao Palace.

Although he had expected it, after all, he already knew the child's qualities, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

He never thought that Kunpeng, a child, could be so free and easy. This is a holy position!

This made Hongjun couldn't help but think of his glorious past.

Thinking of the original intention of uniting all the fellow Taoists, it was to restore a bright future to the ancient world.

But in the end, because of intrigues and the temptation of heaven, it ended up like this.

He had no regrets about all this, but when he saw Kunpeng, it was like seeing his own shadow.

The simple self back then, the self who took the common people of the world as his own responsibility.

At that time, I was just like Kunpeng, with a wide range of friends and a long history.

Now he is the only one left.

Old friends are like leaves falling in the wind, gradually withering away!

Of course, many of them were tricked to death by him, but remembering the past will always beautify your own image.

Hongjun now has a feeling:

"Because I have been caught in the rain, I always want to hold an umbrella for others."

So he saved the child Kunpeng!

Sorry, due to the author's operation problems, the chapter names were messed up when they were posted. I don't have permission to change the chapter names now. I can only change the content without affecting reading.